it's always exciting to read our names in the wooded island bird walk report. i want to echo pat's observation about the terrific waste of the restoration of this environment. they poisoned all the fish and other aquatic life and drained the lagoon and the smell of death loomed, they put plastic mesh all around the shores to protect the water plantings which is still there years on, ugly and fraying, a useless contaminating border inhibiting nature, while the carp have survived, and thrived, as invasive species, as humans, do, while the plantings have died. the irrigation tubes they installed melted in the controlled burn, along with condoms, lighters, and other assorted plastic consumer waste. they spent millions, and the place is degraded and denuded of life. and when nature tries to restore itself, you can be sure the poisoner levy is taking note, blithe smiley death steward lurking in the blue shadows in his blue beamer with his arm-length yellow playtex gloves and his shoulder canister of round-up, keeping the ground clear so the popo can see and no pesky animal life can hide.